Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Nios rubbed his finger on the mural, rubbed the golden powder on his fingertips, and then sniffed it under his nose: "There is a preparation method for this kind of pigment in my memory, but the raw materials are not only a lot of gem powder, but also There's some fantasy blood."

"Fantasy species?" Nero heard this concept for the first time

"Like a dragon."

"Oh, I got it."

Nero suddenly realized, and then asked again: "Then who is painted on such a precious paint?"

Neos raised the torch above the top, which seems to be due to the angle of the light. The two door gods seem to be looking down at him. They look ferocious and gorgeous, with eyes like diamonds.

"I'm not sure, but the famous swords and spears in Celtic mythology are the two leaders of the Danu protoss, Nuada and Haug." Neos shook his head.

"But how could the king of gods be painted to guard the tomb." Nero understood Neos' doubts.

Neos nodded, "Yes" and said, "Even if the paintings here are really two god kings, who would be lying inside?"

Nero took a deep breath, a little excited, turned his head and winked at him: "Go in and have a look, you'll know!"

Neos lowered his head, hesitated, and nodded.

"Ah."

Nero was overjoyed, his brows and eyes were bent, he grabbed Neos' wrist and walked in.

The two of them passed through the huge arch, and just now they looked down at the two murals where they couldn't see, and their eyes turned back to looking straight.

The fire on the torch flickered, and Neos looked around.

Inside the arch is a huge rotunda, as if entering the rotunda theater by mistake. On the rock wall surrounding the theater, every other section will be sunken into the wall, like corridors leading to all directions, but these corridors are smooth and thick stone wall sealed with dust accumulation on the wall.

"Where does the wind come from." Nero pointed to the left hand side.

Neos looked over.

It was found that a corridor had been opened, the surrounding stone walls were jagged like canine teeth, and the ground was covered with broken stones.

"It seems that Martha and the others broke through this corridor and walked directly here." Neos said.

"Break it, what did they use to break it, a hammer?" Nero turned his head, puzzled.

Neos imagined that the three searched around the rotunda, but there was no result. In the end, Mirta couldn't bear it anymore and directly punched the wall.

"...well, the hammer," Neos said.

Nero blinked: "Then shall we follow them?"

"No, let's look for it again." Neos shook his head, approached the circular wall, and passed the torch through every depression.

Nero was taken aback, and followed up bouncingly: "Did you find anything?"

"No, it's just that experience tells me it shouldn't be that simple."

Neos approached these stone walls and found that there were murals on both sides of the stone walls that were the same as the arches outside.

"Because the mausoleum often has another name, the mausoleum, which means that for the owner, this is the place where they sleep, the place of dormancy, and another home for the dead.

This is also the saying that serving the dead is like a waiter, which is found in almost every country. "

Neos caressed the stone wall with his hand, and glanced back at Nero: "And even your home can't have only one room."

Nero nodded suddenly, then raised his eyebrows and raised his chin slightly: "My house is quite big, you..."

"So the three of them should have walked to another room, it may be the exit, or it may be the tomb guard room."

Neos quickly changed the subject and continued to observe the stone wall: "In short, we need to find the real road leading to the tomb."

"Oh."

half an hour.

Neos froze for a moment in front of a sealed stone wall, and the torch moved closer, illuminating the center logo.

"This is?" Nero also leaned over and got out from under him, getting very close.

The thick dust on the wall covered a three-sided protruding sign, which looked like a triangle with only the corners cut off, and the curved lines were like vines.

"Clover, this is the symbol of a druid." Neos said with her face full of her scent.

With Nero under his arm, he lifted his head up and looked at his chin: "Then this is what we're looking for?"

Nios took half a step back and looked around the wall: "Well, it's just that we still have to find a way to open it."

After all, I am not like the Iron Fist Saintess, who releases her magic power and then punches her.

Without that capital, the "stop" yelled just now basically used up the magic power.

"Huh..." His eyes suddenly stopped on the murals on both sides of the stone gate.

"What's wrong?" Nero followed his line of sight, and then realized something was wrong.

"Is this the same as the mural outside?" she said.

"Well... no, there are still some differences." Neos nodded and shook his head.

"Ah, the angle of the weapon." Nero also noticed it, and touched the knife and gun on the mural with his hands, and found that there were obvious protrusions and gaps.

"It seems to be able to move..." So she said, she pursed her lips, held the spear in the character's hand, and turned it slightly.

Neos also reached out, turning another figure's weapon.

Align the angles of their weapons with those outside the archway.

From the depths of the wall, the sound of stones rubbing against each other and mechanisms running could be heard.

Then the door suddenly trembled and dust fell.

Nero screamed in fright, quickly withdrew his hand, and was about to turn around and hug someone.

Neos moved away from her.

Nero staggered for a while, curled his lips, glanced at him complainingly, and said nothing.

Neos stared at Shimen.

Accompanied by the rattling sound of friction, the stone door was slowly lifted, and a gloomy and heavy wind blew out.

The door that had been dusty for thousands of years was opened again. The person who walked out of this door last time was the same person who entered this time.

Chapter 191 Chapter 190 The Picture Scroll of the Kingdom of God

In front of you is a long corridor with more murals and sculptures on both sides of the corridor. An extraordinary sense of mystery fills this path.

Martha walked among them, feeling as if she had returned to the church.

Romagno looked at the murals left and right, and couldn't help admiring them frequently.

Aya looked down and found the small waterway at her feet, so she squatted down and touched the center of the sewer with her fingers.

When I raised my hand, I rubbed it with my fingers, it was a little greasy, and I put it on the tip of my nose to smell it, and it brought a little fragrance.

"Is this...the mermaid ointment Neos said?" she murmured to herself for a moment, then poked the torch into the waterway.

In the next moment, the flames flowed like a snake, and the flames spread forward rapidly, illuminating the entire corridor, and the murals on both sides were brightly visible.

The three were stunned, and the audience was silent.

Under the light of the beating fire, these murals seem to come alive, and each one tells an unknown story.

"Damn it, it doesn't look like an exit, where am I?" Aya frowned.

"I don't know, but this should be the place where something is recorded." Romagno leaned closer to a sculpture next to him, carefully looking at the valuation.

"It should be to record and tell the glory of the tomb owner during his lifetime."

Maerda looked at a mural in a daze: "It's like the stone wall carved in Latin outside Augustus's tomb, full of stories about his glory during his lifetime."

These murals are as tall as the corridor, all the way to the top, all four meters high.The painters used unknown pigments to reproduce the stories that happened on these walls.

"What does this say?" Aya and Martha looked at the same painting.

In the painting, there are men and women standing on the ground, raising their heads and raising their hands, looking directly at the sky. There is light in the clouds, and the gods with countless arms stretched out from behind descend from the sky.

The man and the woman seem to be kneeling to welcome the gods, while in between, four luminous treasures float.

A stone, a sword, a spear, and a cup.Corresponding to the four artifacts of the Danu Protoss in Kelda mythology.

Martha keenly caught the cup and pointed to it: "That seems to be the crucible that Master Neos said."

"He seems to have said that this might be the Holy Grail you're looking for." Aya turned her head.

Martha hasn't answered yet.

Romanio interrupted them tremblingly: "Hey, don't you realize that!"

"What?" Martha asked.

Romanio pointed to the men and women on the mural: "Don't you think the man in this painting looks familiar?"

Aya and Martha were stunned for a moment, and turned their attention to the man on the mural.

Robes, long hair, and although the face is rough and hard to distinguish, the artist thoughtfully added a little red between his brows...

"Master Neos!" Miranda couldn't believe her eyes.

The corners of Aya's mouth twitched, her face turned pale.

So, what kind of existence have they been dealing with!

"Then, what about that woman, don't be..." Her teeth were chattering.

"Don't be that golden-haired rich girl?" Romanio said for her.

Aya nodded frantically.

"It doesn't look like it, so Lucius shouldn't be a big shot." Martha looked at the woman in the painting.

Long hair, black clothes, holding a spear, pointing directly at the god who is about to descend in the sky, the body of the gun is as red as blood.

"I don't recognize it." Martha shook her head.

"I can't be an old man like Nanios again." Romagno smiled.

Martha and Aya agree.